RizaliansSpeakOut
One night, a girl in a white dress, with her long, jet black hair reaching her knees, found her way to a black mansion. There lived a young, deadly gorgeous man in a tux. Famished and tortured by her aching toes from running, she fainted right in front of the open black door. Blinded by innocence and beauty, the man took her in.
Since that night, life screams danger. Since that tragedy, moon means blood.
But in that lair, danger turns to beauty. And at night, blood will turn to life.
When moon appears, fangs shed venom.